Shadow: *Strikes pose* We return! Me as cute little shota!Russia and PD as perverted master Mongolia~ We stay up late writing these, so reviews are really appreciated for all the work we put into these :3

Italics=Speaking in Russian as always


Russia was curled up in front of the fireplace in his sleeping quarters bundled up in his scarf and coat with a thickly bound book written in both Mongolian and Russian to help him learn the language. He'd started on his own free will, mostly just to figure out what Mongolian Empire wanted most of the time (though he could often guess).

Mongolian Empire was peeking through his secret spy hole in the wall, watching his little prisoner as he furiously studied Mongolian-Russian phrase books and dictionaries. He didn't know whether to be pleased or worried. If Russia could understand him, there would be a lot less that he could get away with in their little 'games'.

Russia sighed, squinting awkwardly at the strange writing of Mongolian Empire's language. He didn't like how the characters were so fancy and curved, he much preferred his boxy Cyrillic letters. He put the thick book away and held his hands out to the fire to warm up.

Unable to resist chuckling gently, Mongolian empire withdrew from his special peeping spot and went to enter Russia's room, wondering what kind of games they would play this time...

Russia looked up to see Mongolian Empire entering the room and looked back to the fire, focusing on it instead. "Leave me alone," he muttered in broken Mongolian, but he knew the empire understood him well enough. "Not in the mood."

"Have you ever been in the mood?" Mongolian Empire remarks snidely, sitting against the wall next to the fireplace, enjoying the heart the wall was radiating. "You've been learning Mongolian." He smiled before congratulating in only slightly better than broken Russian, "good job."

"Eat shit," Russia snapped back angrily, pulling his blanket tighter around himself and turning to the fire. "My people starve and my princes betray me," he growled, angrily wiping his eyes up the tears that welled up at the corners of his eyes.

"Che, here I am trying to be nice." Mongolian Empire frowned at the obstinate boy. "And that's not my fault. It's not like I can control the Khan or your stupid princes. If you can't even get your people's loyalty then maybe you aren't suited to be a country," he jabbed, mostly out of his own frustration towards the child.

"I wouldn't be like this if it weren't for you," Russia snapped, hiding in his scarf. He pulled his blanket closer around him to hide his bare body beneath his coat and the blankets.

Mongolian Empire shrugged. "I captured you. Deal with it. Until you can break free from me on your own, you're stuck here." He looked over at Russia, his irritation building, "And quite fucking crying all the time. It's annoying as hell."

"When I have reason to stop, I will," Russia growled, holding back his tears as best he could, one or two slipping past his defenses. He had exhausted his extent of Mongolian right then and decided to shut up, staring angrily into the fire.

"I could be treating you a lot worse you know. I could be forcing you to clean my house, make all my meals...force you to bring up water from the river to draw my bath with." Mongolian Empire used his foot to push on Russia, not hard enough to knock him over, but pushing all the same. "But here you are, full access to my library, three square meals, a bedroom with a fireplace and not a lick of work you have to do. You ungrateful brat."

Russia winced, shrinking back. "I would much prefer it to the fucking," he murmured to himself in Russian, gritting his teeth together and looking away, arms crossed as he brought his knees up to his chest.

"Fucking," Mongolian Empire muttered to himself. "Now that's a word I understand." He smirked over at Russia. "I wonder how long you would last if you were forced to work for me."

"I can work better than most," Russia snapped in broken Mongolian. And he didn't regret it. He was agriculturally based, he knew how to work, he wasn't a pent up aristocratic child.

Mongolian Empire laughed, a sick twisted kind of laugh, which guaranteed that one of his ridiculous games was sure to follow. He rubbed at his crotch, encouraging his dick to come to life, a silent gesture to indicate it was time to play. "How bout I fuck that pretty pink mouth of yours one last time, and then we'll see if you can handle working for me."

Russia shot him a disgusted look. He could understand Mongolian a lot better than he could speak it. "Eat shit," he growled, promptly turning away and looking to the fireplace for comfort.

Something in Mongolian Empire snapped. He had every last thread of his patience shredded. He wasn't going to take this child's impudence any longer. He ripped the blanket off of him and threw it in the fire. Taking a burning piece of wood from the fire, regardless of how it scorched his hand, he took it to the bed and threw it amidst the blankets, watching with twisted glee as the wool set ablaze. He ripped the books away from Russia and stormed to the door. "See how you like a life with nothing." He slammed the door, leaving the frightened child behind in the burning room.

Russia's violet eyes went wide and he went to the bed to try and quell the fire. He quickly smothered it, resulting in several burns on his hands. He cringed and looked down before returning his attention to the out of control fire in the hearth and took the ruined blankets from his bed to suffocate it. More burns. He took pieces of burned blanket and wrapped them around his hands, tears stinging in his eyes. He looked to his bed, a successful hole burned through it. He took a deep breath and salvaged what he could from the sheets, wrapping them around himself and sitting as far away from he could from the fire, curling up to cry.

"Stupid brat. I'll show him my true horror. I'll prove to him how lucky he's been." Mongolian Empire stormed through his house. Despite his thoughts, he could feel his anger towards Russia lessening with every step. Several scenarios played out in his head; he probably burnt himself...he could asphyxiate being locked in with that fire... Quickly going to the bathroom, he grabbed some burn coolant before heading back to Russia's room.

Russia cried silently to himself, shaking as leftover smoke lazily drifted into the room. He coughed quietly, wiping his eyes. He knew there wouldn't be all that much smoke, but he was still in danger of suffocating. He coughed pitifully and cried into his burnt sheets, shaking with tears. He didn't regret saying what he had said, but he had wished that at least he didn't have to breathe in smoke. The invasion really was the punishment for his sins it seemed...

Mongolian Empire threw the door back open. In his arms were new blankets, the books he'd confiscated, as well as ointment and bandages. He threw them at the child's feet and scoffed. "You start work in the morning." And with that, he left again, too annoyed with himself to even think of getting it up.

Russia sniffled and looked up, watching as Mongolian Empire left. He looked down at the pile of replacements the empire had given him and wiped his eyes again. He took the blankets and made his bed, setting the books away and taking the burn ointment. He applied the ointment with a sigh and curled into bed, crying quietly into the new blankets.

"Jeez, no matter what the hell I do, the brat never stops crying..." Mongolian Empire mumbled to himself as he watched Russia through his secret peephole. He could feel his annoyance levels rising. "I'll show him just how hard life is. Tomorrow, I'm gonna work him to the fuckin' bone."

Russia awoke at his normal time and wiped away the crust at the corners of his eyes. He shakily got out of bed, buttoning up his coat to cover his bare body beneath it.

"You're late." Mongolian Empire had been standing in the room, waiting for Russia to wake up. "You're to be up before dawn to prepare a hot bath for me. After that, you're to make my breakfast. You're already an hour late, and as you know I'm not the patient type. Get moving!" he demanded, feeling the need to take out his pent up frustration out on the one who had been causing it.

Russia sighed, buttoning up his coat completely. "Da," he muttered, moving out of his room and taking the pale that rested beside the door and slipping on his shoes. He didn't bother asking for clothes, he knew he wouldn't get them. He relied on his coat solely to keep him from freezing as he took the trek down to the river to fill the large bucket. He returned and went to Mongolian Empire's bath, pouring the water in and setting the hearth underneath to heat up the water.

Mongolian Empire smacked Russia over the head as the child left the room. "That's 'yes sir.' You're to show me respect. No matter how much you hate me."

Russia rubbed the back of his head tenderly as he drew Mongolian Empire's bath before returning to him. "Your bath is ready," he said, hands clasped behind his back looking down. He grit his teeth and added, "sir."

Mongolian Empire hid his satisfied smirk with a look of indifference. He threw off his robe, leaving him in nothing but his battle-scarred skin. He sat down on an overturned washbasin. "Well, what are you waiting for? Wash me."

Russia grit his teeth once more, teeth grinding as he reached for the rag and soap to begin washing the empire down. He dipped the rag in soapy water and stood behind Mongolian Empire, gently scrubbing down his back.

Sighing contentedly, Mongolian Empire relaxed into the scrubbing, enjoying the feel of finally getting clean. He couldn't help but let loose a relaxed moan from the hypnotic feeling of the slow, soothing circles that Russia was rubbing on his back. "When you're done with my back, wash the rest of me."

Russia growled but decided to suck it up and finish washing down Mongolian Empire's back before moving onto his shoulders and arms, then winding around to his chest. He didn't dare move any further than his stomach and moved onto his legs, completely avoiding the empire's vital regions.

"I'm not doing this to sexually harass you, moron. Do your job properly, or we'll go back to the way things were," the empire warned, his eyes narrowing dangerously. His relaxed mood vanished when the child showed his resistance to obey. So he, to help release his annoyance, kicked Russia over. "Incompetent brat. I'll finish washing myself. Go prepare me breakfast. I'll expect it in half an hour."

Russia grit his teeth, picking himself up and nodding to the empire, turning to the door and moving out to the kitchen. He made what Mongolian Empire made for him every morning and set it on the table, sighing as he had to stand on chairs to get everything done. He made extra for himself and ate before washing his dish and going to inform Mongolian Empire that his breakfast was ready.

Mongolian Empire had fallen asleep in the bathtub. He hadn't heard Russia come in. For once, his face was relaxed, not forced into one of his manipulative or false expressions. The bath was no longer steaming, and he'd get sick if he stayed in too much longer.

Russia grimaced and went up to the empire. He looked rather peaceful, but the bathwater had gone cool and he knew he'd have to wake him up. "Mongolia," he said, shaking Mongolian Empire's shoulder gently. "Breakfast is ready...and the bathwater is cold." He ended up saying half of it in Mongolian and half in Russian.

Mongolian Empire slowly blinked his eyes open. He saw Russia looking down at him and he smiled warmly, still half asleep. "Hmm...yeah, yeah, I'm coming." Mongolian Empire slowly rose out of the tub, stumbling a moment. "Damn...I was in there too long, got me all dizzy..." He dried himself off and slipped back into his robe. "Now," his authoritative attitude back in place, "there are buckets and a yoke by the door in the kitchen. Go bring up water so you can start on my laundry. But before you do that, bring me a fresh pair of clothes from my bedroom."

Russia sighed and fetched a new pair of clothes for the empire, setting them out for him before he went out to the kitchen and took the items named, fetching more buckets of water to do Mongolian Empire's laundry. He was taking it all in stride. Before Mongolian Empire had invaded him he had done fairly a lot of work at home, this was nothing new.

Mongolian Empire sat alone, eating his breakfast. The food wasn't perfect, but he knew the boy would learn. He looked down the long, dining room table at all the empty seats. "Power really does leave one feeling lonely." He got up and took the clothes, stepping into a private room before dressing himself. From his window, he could see Russia working hard as if it was nothing. An irritated tick formed upon his brow. "God, I hate that brat."

After cleaning all of Mongolian Empire's laundry, Ivan returned inside, hanging the clothes up to dry with an irritated sigh. His feet hurt, but he wasn't about to give in. His sister had taught him how to work hard with humility and that was what he would do.

Mongolian Empire was walking down the halls of his house after completing his duties as a country. A bloody brutal thing if you asked Mongolia. He sometimes wished he could just be another civilian. Sometimes. He saw Russia walking past with a bundle of freshly done laundry and he smirked, but quickly hid it before the boy could see. "Oi, Russia."

Russia looked over with the basket of clean clothes. "Da?" he said, going over to the empire.

"I want you to wash the floors. Every room. Every hallway. Make them shine. I want to see my face in them." He began to walk away before turning back, "And I want them done before dinner. After all, you're responsible for our meals from now on. And if you're not done by dinner, then you won't get any." Mongolia walked away, the click of his shoes reverberating around the dismal halls

Russia grimaced and gave Mongolian Empire the finger when his back was turned, taking Mongolian Empire's clothes to his room and putting them away before he went to get the supplies for cleaning he floors. He took the scrub brush, a bucket of soapy water, and a rag, starting in the kitchen, getting down on his knees and scrubbing at the floor.

Mongolian Empire couldn't resist the temptation to go and watch the boy at work. His eyes blazed a perverted trail across Russia's body, ending at that tight ass that wiggled about as Russia cleaned the floors on his hands and knees. He wanted nothing more than to sneak up behind the boy and fuck him senseless, but there would be a time and a place for that.

Russia went from room to room, washing and scrubbing each floor on his hands and knees. By the time all of the rooms were cleaned it was just before dinner time, leaving him enough time to clean up his supplies and get to the kitchen to start dinner.

Mongolian Empire sat at his table, slowly drumming his fingers across its surface. He noticed the significant difference in how clean the floors all were as he walked through his house. "Tomorrow, I'll have him work even harder. I want him to come back begging." He glared at the opposing chair, waiting for his dinner to arrive.

Russia returned with Mongolian Empire's dinner, setting it before him on the table before returning to the kitchen to eat his own dinner. "Russia!" Mongolian Empire bellowed after him, glaring down at his food.

Sighing, Russia came back to the empire, frowning. "Da?" he replied, brow furrowed. He didn't much care for anything right then, his knees hurt from being down on them all day long.

"'Yes, sir', you brat." Mongolia gestured to the far end of his huge dining table. "You'll eat here tonight."

Russia sighed and went to get his dinner before returning, sitting down where he had been told, eating in silence. He didn't want to deal with Mongolian empire right then...

Mongolian Empire didn't even touch his meal as he stared his cold, heartless stare at the child sitting at the end of the table. What could he do to make this boy break? What would put this boy on his knees in front of him?

Russia quickly finished his meal and got down from his chair, taking his plate. "I'm done," he remarked in clipped Russian, moving to take his dish into the kitchen to wash it.

As soon as Russia was gone, Mongolia threw his plate at the wall, most of the food flying off before the ceramic dish shattered noisily against the wall. The echo had barely died away by the time Mongolia was already almost out the door.

Russia heard the noise and came back into the dining room, frowning as he found the room empty except for the mess against the wall and on the floor. He sighed and went to get a wet rag and broom, coming back to clean up the food and sweep up the bits of plate.

Mongolian Empire didn't understand why he was like this. What was making this brat get under his skin so much? He stormed to his room and slammed his door. He knew that he had earlier instructed Russia to bring him tea at 9:00, but he was seriously afraid what he would do if the brat showed up.

After cleaning up, Russia returned to his bedroom to curl up in bed and study his Mongolian phrasebook before it was time to go make Mongolian Empire's tea. When the tea was done he brought the pot, the cup and the sugar on a tray to Mongolian Empire's room. He stood outside and knocked, ready for the day to be over.

Mongolian Empire didn't bother to respond. He was far too busy planning his next move at his desk, deciding which territory to invade. He was exhausted and frustrated, and was in absolutely no mood to be a part of the world.

Russia knocked again, reaching for the doorknob and pushing it open slightly. "Mongolia...?" he said quietly, stepping inside. "Tea."

Mongolia couldn't even hear Russia entering as he scribbled away, scratching over flawed ideas and coming up with new ones. He looked at his newest plan and ripped it apart before throwing his maps and papers across the room, swearing to himself in Mongolian.

Russia growled and went up to the empire, setting the tray on his desk beside his paper with a loud 'thunk' before turning around and making a move to leave the room and return to his bedroom to read.

Mongolian Empire looked at the tea and angrily began pouring himself a cup. The tea sloshed over and he burned himself on the hot, amber colored drink. "AH! FUCK!" He jumped up from his desk, knocking over the expensive china tea set. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" He knocked over the chair before going to sit down on the bed, cradling his burnt hand. He looked up and noticed Russia staring at him. "Get out of here you fucking brat! Beat it!"

Russia sighed, frowning and doing as he was told, leaving the room and going to his own, curling up in bed and picking up his books once more.

Mongolia looked down at his burnt hand and he started laughing. He laughed at his own loneliness, he laughed at how desperate his actions were, and how his life, even though politically his life was grand, he was a miserable mass of human. He bet that Russia wouldn't even come back in with anything for his burns, as he had done for Russia.

Russia stayed in his room, content to just read until he fell asleep. He got up for a moment to start a fire in the fireplace, getting on his knees and tossing some wood in to stoke it until it was a pleasing size.

Watching Russia made him feel pathetic. He was the one who was supposed to be torturing the child, but he was the one who was getting the short end of the stick. It'd be an understatement to say he didn't deserve it. What sort of fucked up show was he running here?

Russia sighed and fetched one of his blankets, dragging it in front of the fireplace. He stripped off his coat, leaving him in nothing but his scarf, and laid it on the floor before sitting down on it and wrapping his blanket around himself, laying down in front of the fire with the blanket wrapped around him.

Mongolia walked to Russia's room and opened the door. He walked over to Russia's bed and laid down on his back. His arms behind his head. "That's it. I give up. You win, you brat."

Russia sat up, blinking. He frowned, pulling his coat over his vital regions. "What?" he asked in Russian, brow furrowing. He didn't understand.

Mongolian Empire rolled his head so he was looking at Russia. "You fucked me up real good. Hah, I don't know if I should be saying this to you, but ever since I caught you in the woods...you're driving me to insanity."

"Good," Russia replied offhanded in a dry voice, "you know what it feels like now."

Mongolian Empire laughed humorlessly. "Except I haven't been fucked up the ass." A malicious look sunk onto his face. "And I've never been raped and found myself enjoying it either."

Russia glared, gritting his teeth together and laying back down on his coat with his blanket wrapped tightly around himself. "I don't enjoy it," he grumbled to himself, pulling the blanket around himself tighter.

Mongolia scoffed, "You seemed to enjoy that vibrator. Writhing and moaning on the floor."

"Shut up," Russia snapped, trying to ignore the empire. He tried to burrow further into the blankets, tears welling up in his eyes. He held them back as best he could.

"Hn," the Empire snorted, "it's true isn't it?" The empire sat up again, "And there you go, crying again. You're not gonna make it on your own if you can't even keep from crying from a couple little taunts. How pathetic."

Russia didn't reply, covering his head with his blanket and staring into the fire, trying to find sleep.

Mongolia sat up and walked over to the huddled lump on the floor. "I don't get you. You cry over everything when I'm in control, yet you try and be Mr. tough guy when I'm being docile." He gently kicked Russia in what he assumed was his side, he really couldn't tell.

Russia cringed. "I'm not crying," he muttered indignantly. He wasn't. Not right then at least.

"Yeah...for once." Mongolian Empire snarked.

"Shut up," Russia retorted, curling up tighter into his blanket. He took a deep breath, managing to keep the tears in check. He hugged the blanket to his naked body, feeling rather vulnerable.

"Oh yeah? And who's gonna make me, you? Don't make me laugh." Mongolia ripped off the blanket, tempted to throw this one in the fire as well.

Russia yelped as his only source of cover was ripped away. He quickly pulled his coat over his body to cover himself, cheeks slightly red.

"Oh, what's this? You're blushing? Now why is that?" Mongolian Empire moved in closer to the cute silver haired boy. "Don't tell me you've missed my twisted personality."

"No! Eat shit, bastard!" Russia snapped back, holding his coat tightly around his body and covering his vital regions.

Mongolia sighed and patted Russia's head. "See? When I pose no apparent threat, you're about as cute as a barbed wire fence."

Russia smacked away Mongolian Empire's hand, glaring. "Leave me alone."

"Why do you hate me?" Mongolia asked. He didn't ask because he didn't know, the poor child had every reason to hate him, but he was just curious to hear what would come out of Russia's mouth.

Russia was silent for a moment, gritting his teeth, hands curling into fists. "You invaded me and took away my freedom. You raped me, you tax and terrorize my people, you enslave my citizens, you force me to live under you roof. Why shouldn't I hate you?"

"Most of that political stuff isn't my fault. My superiors take care of most of that." Mongolian Empire ran a hand up Russia's bare leg. "And you had the perfect chance to escape this morning when you went to the river. You were alone without a single set of eyes on you, yet you came back here...interesting."

"Where would I have gone?" Russia snapped back, shoving Mongolian Empire's hand away. "I have no clothes and I don't even know the way home."

"Didn't you say you'd rather succumb to old man Winter than stay here with me." Mongolia smirked. "Were you lying?"

Russia grit his teeth together angrily. "No. General Winter treats me much better than you do. And he fucks me over every autumn and winter."

"Hmm..." Mongolian Empire had stopped listening to what Russia was really saying and had been taking in his own meanings to the words, "He fucks you over? Or he fucks you? Do you like it better with him?"

Russia's eyes went wide. "No! O-of course he doesn't! Z-Zima would never..." The General was like his father, Winter would never touch him like that... Would he? He certainly hoped not...

"Hmmm...you're making me jealous~" Mongolia grabbed Russia's ankles and pulled Russia close so he was straddling the empire. "what're you gonna do now?"

Russia yelped, his coat having fallen away. "Leave me alone!" he exclaimed, shoving Mongolian Empire away by his chest.

Mongolian Empire let him go, for some unknown. "Why do you fight me so, I always get what I want. And I make you feel pretty good too." He laughed maniacally, "Well, sometimes."

"I don't want it!" Russia snapped, pulling on his coat and covering himself. "Why would I want it? Why would I want you to make me feel good?"

"What, you don't like feeling good?" Mongolia licked his lips and began to undo his shirt, showing off a muscular chest. "You certainly seemed to enjoy it."

"I don't!" Russia assured him, starting to breathe a little heavier, as if he were about to have a panic attack. He hated it when Mongolian Empire made him feel good. His body liked it, but inside he still hated it.

"What's to hate about feeling good? Why not enjoy it?" Mongolia leaned in closer and ran his hand up Russia's chest, pinching a little pink nipple.

Russia whimpered, pushing Mongolian Empire's hands away. "Stop, I don't like it," he protested weakly gritting his teeth and trying to push the empire away.

"Mmm," Mongolian Empire leaned in and purred next to Russia's ear, "is that the truth?" His breath was hot against the cute little ear. "I bet I can get you to like it." He laid slow, wet kisses along the side of Russia's face.

"No, I hate it," Russia whimpered, shoving Mongolian Empire's head away, wiping away the wet spots that the empire's lips had left. "Leave me alone, I just want to go to bed, go away!"

"Now I've had a long...hard...day. Why not cheer me up?" The empire ran a hand up Russia's back and stroked the smooth skin of his thigh.

"No! I've had a worse day! You've been sitting on your ass!" Russia shouted at him, pushing away his hands. His knees ached from sitting on them all day and his body was exhausted from all the cleaning.

Russia was soon locked in a tight, semi-violent embrace. "You don't know shit about what I've been doing all day. I know everything you've done, because I was the one demanding it." He pushed Russia down onto his back and held him there with a big, strong hand. "You think I do nothing all day? Think again, kid, you're not enough to get me as wildly angry as I am."

Russia kicked and struggled. "Let me go!" he screamed, spouting out Russian curses at the empire.

Mongolia straddled Russia's tiny waist and held down the tiny wrists. "I want to make you feel good, that's all. Don't you want to feel that vibrator in your ass again? I bet I can make you cum without even using my hands." He kissed down Russia's neck to his chest, gently taking a pink bud between his lips, sucking gently and then biting down, teasingly.

"No! I don't like this, I hate it, I don't want it!" Russia exclaimed, whimpering and squirming. He hated being so powerless under the empire. "Leave me alone!" Tears began streaming down his cheeks as he began stammering out 'no's and 'don't's hysterically with a few 'please's every once in a while.

"Just as I suspected, you started crying. Che, that really pisses me off." Mongolia pulls off his belt and ties up Russia's hands. "Deja vu, huh?" Mongolia got up off Russia. "Let's play another game~"

"N-no, I don't want to," Russia whimpered, curling up into a ball beneath the empire. "I don't want to," he cried, shaking now.

"If you don't please me, I won't leave, and I won't let you go." He sat back and put his hands behind his head, his smug attitude hiding something.

Russia's shaking seemed to stop for a moment as he heard this. He wiped his eyes as best he could with his bound hands. "Wh-what do I have to do?" he asked, sniffling pitifully. It would be something humiliating he knew.

"I think you know what you have to do." Mongolia smirked down at the child.

Russia wiped his eyes once more as best he could and shakily nodded, sniffling. He awkwardly moved onto his knees, grimacing as his joints protested, and reached forward with his bound hands, undoing Mongolian Empire's pants with some difficulty. He whimpered and leaned back slightly, not wanting to go any further.

"Oh, and you were off to such a good start." The empire sighed in mock disappointment. "You better finish what you started. I'm not in the patient mood, brat."

Russia whimpered softly, taking a deep breath and leaning in one more, shakily pulling Mongolian Empire's member out of his undone pants and grimaced. He leaned down, hesitantly sticking his tongue out and giving the head a shy lick.

"I can't believe you're still shy even after all this time." He ran his hand through the silver hair, forcing the child's head to rub up against his flaccid member. "I'm not even hard yet. I know you can do better than that."

Russia grit his teeth together angrily, dragging his wet tongue across the soft flesh of Mongolian Empire's cock, grimacing at the taste. He continued the pattern until the empire was hard, making a face at the hardened member.

"Don't grimace at a man's most prized possession, it'll make him feel bad." Mongolia pushed Russia away. "Now, let me watch you get yourself ready." He began to stroke lazily at his cock as he watched the boy writhe on the ground, trying to get back up on his knees.

Russia whimpered, glaring. "Get this o-off my hands," he demanded, motioning to the belt around his wrists.

"Hmm...that's an awful big risk for me to take. How do I know you won't run away?" Mongolia teased, relishing in the fact that the kid was finally doing as he told.

Russia growled, gritting his teeth together. "You said you wanted to watch me g-get myself ready," he muttered, glaring. "So get this off."

Pleasantly surprised by Russia's willingness, Mongolia grabbed the belt and pulled Russia closer by his bonds. "Well, if you disobey me, you know what'll happen, am I right?" He smiled before slowly undoing the bonds. "Be thankful that I trust you."

Russia glared down into his lap as he rubbed his wrists, taking a deep breath, he slipped his coat off and laid it down for him to sit on, biting his lip as he placed three fingers in his mouth, getting them wet with saliva before laying down on his coat and hiking one leg up, reaching between his legs. He grimaced as he pushed one finger inside relatively easily. His fingers were much smaller than Mongolian Empire's so he would have to use more than just three fingers.

"Hmm, looks like your fingers aren't enough." Mongolia reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar object. "Would this be of help, Russia-chan?" He tossed the tube, cord and all, at Russia's feet. "Why don't you try using that. Make sure to wet it down first though."

Russia grimaced as he saw the object being tossed to him. "No," he murmured, shaking his head. He didn't want it. It felt weird and fake inside of him, he didn't like it. "I don't want it."

Mongolia's smile fell into an irritated frown. "Use. it."

"No, I don't want to!" Russia replied angrily, pulling his fingers out of himself all together. "I don't like it, it feels weird and fake."

"Would you prefer the real thing?" Mongolia gave his cock a slow, long stroke.

Russia whimpered, wiping away his tears and shaking his head. "N-no..." he mumbled, taking the object and wrapping his lips around it, making sure to wet it sufficiently before trailing it down to his hole and pressing it in. He whimpered, biting his lip.

Mongolian Empire started stroking faster, loving the erotic sight that he was seeing. He could easily get used to this side of Russia. "C'mon, turn it on, and get it all the way in there."

Russia whimpered, reaching for the chord and finding the dial, switching the toy on. He grit his teeth together as the toy came to life inside him, rubbing at his inner walls gently. He didn't like it. Still, he pushed the toy in further, whimpering when it was all the way inside.

"Nnn...so hot..." Mongolian Empire began to rub his chest as he jacked himself off to the sight of Russia impaling himself with the vibrator. When he imagined that tight little hole swallowing up his length he was barely able to keep in his moan of pleasure.

Russia whimpered, back arching as the toy managed to rub up against that one spot inside him that made everything go white. He whimpered and mewled, shaking with slight pleasure. His body liked it, but he still didn't. Russia grimaced as he looked down and saw his small prick growing hard from the stimulation.

"I don't get why you fight it so much, especially when your body likes it so much." The empire twitched his finger, motioning for Russia to come to him. "Get over here and put that dirty mouth of yours to good use."

Russia whimpered, shakily getting onto his knees and moving forward, leaning in and shyly licking the tip of the empire's cock. He took a deep breath, leaning in further to slide his lips over Mongolian Empire's member, hips shaking gently with the vibrations inside him.

Mongolia's hand rested on top of Russia's head, encouraging the boy to take in more of his massive length. He watched as Russia's ass twitched as the vibrator teased that sweet spot inside of him. The perverted empire reached for the dial and turned it up from its lowest setting up to 50%. His hips bucked when he Russia involuntarily moan and buck his hips against the vibrator

Russia whimpered, mewling as the toy inside of him began vibrating harder. He hesitantly leaned in, taking in more of Mongolian Empire's cock, only able to get in couple inches into his tiny mouth before he balked and had to pulled back to choke.

"C'mon, get it all in there." Mongolia pushed himself back into Russia's mouth. "Ahh, yes, that's right." He reached underneath Russia's trembling body and began stroking his tiny cock, watching as precum leaked out of the tip.

whimpered, pulling off and shaking his head. "I-it's too b-big..." he whimpered, reaching up to wipe his tears away. "I-I can't..."

"Then let's see you take it up your other hole." Mongolian Empire's face was emotionless except for that look of smug confidence.

Russia whimpered pulling back and sitting back, wiping away his tears. He moved to pull the vibrator out of him.

"You're so obedient tonight. What's changed?"

"Nothing's changed," Russia muttered, removing the vibrator from his hole, laying back and wiping his tears away. "Just get it done with, I'm tired."

"I wanna see you impale yourself on me first. Come here~"

Russia whimpered, wiping his cheeks once more and moving over to the empire, gritting his teeth as he pulled himself up into his lap. "L-like this?" he asked in Russian, Mongolian vacating his mind. He was too tired to think in a second language.

"Yes, very good." Mongolia could feel that deliciously tight pressure begin to engulf his rock hard length. "Take it all in~"

Russia cried out as he sunk all the way down onto Mongolian Empire's cock, shaking and whimpering. "I-it hurts..." he whimpered, more tears sliding down his cheeks. "I-it's too big, I-I can't..."

"Yes, you can." Mongolian Empire finally caved into his lust. He grabbed Russia's hips and began thrusting into his ass. He shifted the boy so he could pound into Russia's sweet spot.

Russia cried out again, gripping Mongolian Empire's shoulders and whimpering weakly. "N-no, it hurts- ahn!" Russia whimpered, bottom lip trembling as he mewled with pleasure, his cock twitching slightly from the stimulation to his sweet spot.

"So good, so fucking good. You're so tight, Russia." He pushed Russia onto his back and before continuing to drive into the boy. "Am I the only one who's gotten to pound this hole?" Mongolia leaned in and licked up Russia's neck, gently massaging Russia's leaking head.

Russia's eyes welled up with more tears. He didn't want to answer that question... He'd never had any sort of sexual contact with anyone before Mongolian Empire, but he still didn't want to answer the question.

"Heh, I am, aren't I? Sh-shit!" Something tripped a wire inside of the Mongol, and he, unable to hold it back, came inside of Russia, shuddering and thrusting sporadically as his seeds were sown inside the child. "H-Hah, sorry, I was early." The Mongol looked down at Russia's hardened prick and at his flushed face. "And you're still like this.

Russia whimpered, covering his face with his hands. "L-leave me alone..." He could live without cumming, he didn't want to cum at the empire's hands again, it was humiliating, he hated it. "I want to go to bed."

"We're almost done, and this'll put you right to sleep." Mongolian Empire slowly kissed down Russia's chest and stomach, until he finally reached the proud little soldier that was standing at attention. Taking Russia's little pecker into his mouth, he began to expertly lick and suck, swallowing up all the pearls of cum that leaked out form the inexperienced boy's tip.

Little Russia cried out, hands sliding into Mongolian Empire's hair, whimpering. "N-no..." he moaned, bucking up into the empire's warm mouth. He felt his orgasm wash over him as he came into Mongolian Empire's mouth, going limp and passing out.

Feeling more eager than he thought he should have been, he swallowed up every last drop of the viscous fluid. He let the softening member slowly slide from his lips. He rolled over and flopped next to Russia, pulling him in close, his nose buried in the silver hair.

Russia returned to consciousness only a few minutes later, wrapped up in Mongolian Empire's arms. He slipped out from the empire's embrace and took his coat and his blanket, moving up onto his bed and curling up, not wanting to think about what had happened only moments prior.

Mongolian Empire was too exhausted to move from the floor remained curled up. When he felt the warmth of the smaller body had vanished, he curled up into himself even more, feeling more empty than he had when he'd started today's little game.

Seeing Mongolian Empire squirm on the floor, Russia got his extra blanket and draped it over the empire. As much as he hated the Mongol, Russia wasn't cruel. Once Mongolian Empire had a blanket to keep him sufficiently warm, Russia returned to his bed, burrowing under his blankets and turning to face the wall, away from Mongolian Empire.

Mongolian Empire fingered the rough wool of the blanket, pulling it up over his face, hiding the sole tear that trailed down his expressionless mask of a face.

When Russia awoke the next morning he sat up and found Mongolian Empire asleep on his floor. He frowned, slipping out of bed and nudging the empire with his foot. "Mongolia," he whispered, nudging the Mongol again. "Mongolian Empire, you should go to sleep in your bed."

"Hmph," the empire pouted, "it's my house, I can sleep where I want."

Russia grimaced and just shrugged. He moved over to get a book before settling back in bed to read, just as he usually did in the morning.

Mongolian Empire, curled up under the blanket on his hands and knees, peeked put from under his blanket up at Russia. He didn't realize it at the moment, but he looked incredibly childish as he was.

Russia looked over from where he was reading his book. "What?" he asked, not very amused. He wanted to read his book, he wasn't in the mood for Mongolian Empire's games.

"I don't wanna deal with being a part of the world right now." Mongolia growled, shrinking back under his blanket. "And it's not like I'm doing anything to you..." The blanket muffled his voice, but he was talking to himself more than Russia.

"Fine." Russia returned his gaze to his book, not really caring whether Mongolian Empire was there or not. He just didn't want to be disturbed from his reading. Though he didn't much care for the book itself, more the distraction it presented.

"I'm gonna come up there and lay with you." Mongolian Empire declared. Even though he said this, he stayed put on the floor, waiting for Russia's response. If the kid flipped, he'd leave, but if he reacted otherwise, he'd take it as an invitation. Not in the perverse way, but just cause he was tired.

"Please don't," Russia replied, going slightly tense, though he didn't look up from the book in his hands.

"I won't do anything. I'm too tired." Mongolian Empire pulled himself off the floor and flopped next to Russia, his messy head of black hair was the only thing that stuck out form underneath the woolen cover.

Russia frowned, edging a bit closer to the wall, away from Mongolian Empire, but didn't say anything. He sighed and continued on with his book, trying to ignore the presence of the larger body beside him.

"Rub my scalp." He could sense the discomfort Russia was feeling at the sudden request. "It's an order."

Russia grimaced, but reached over with one hand and tentatively began to rub Mongolian Empire's head, small fingers running gently through his thick, slightly curling dark hair. He continued reading, absentmindedly continuing the rubbing.

Mongolian Empire sighed happily. He loved getting scalp massages. They were one of his favorite things; so relaxing. "Thanks...'preciate it."

Russia grunted quietly in acknowledgement, not really paying attention, simply trying to focus on the book, not caring that he was still running his hands through Mongolian Empire's hair.

Mongolian Empire was close to falling back asleep, not really paying attention to the words that tumbled out of his loose lips. "Yer a good kid, Russia."

Russia frowned. "Shut up," he muttered, cheeks slightly red as he gently rubbed Mongolian Empire's scalp.

Mongolian Empire laughed. "You'll grow up...into a fine young man." He raised his head and smiled warmly, for the very first time since meeting Russia. He finally laid his head back down and fell asleep. It was only too bad he wouldn't remember this when he awoke.

Russia blushed slightly, pulling his hand away when Mongolian Empire drifted off to sleep. He returned his gaze to his book before sighing and putting it away, curling up beneath the covers and pressing up against the empire beside him for warmth.

A harmless arm was sleepily thrown around Russia's tiny waist, and the smaller body was pulled in close. Mongolian Empire's nose was buried in Russia's hair. The silver strands would ruffle slightly with every steady exhale.

Russia let out a small yelp, squirming slightly under Mongolian Empire's embrace, but soon relaxed, finding sleep coming over him slowly.

Mongolian Empire had awoken with the yelp, but he had kept his eyes shut, letting Russia continue to think he was asleep. Even though, for obvious reasons, he didn't deserve the child's kindness, but all the same. He couldn't' resist hugging the child tighter, like a lonely child with only his teddy bear to keep him safe.

Russia breathed softly against Mongolian Empire's chest, murmuring senseless Russian in his sleep, unaware of the empire's awareness.

Mongolian Empire didn't quite hear what it was that Russia said, but he didn't want to ruin what could very easily be the only sweet moment he'd have with the child. Sighing sadly, he slipped into sleep again, not sure he'd want to wake up again.


Author's Note

Bawww, fluffiness at the end :3 ...I can't seem to live without a bit fluff, even in a hardcore rape fic OTL

-PD